Sunday, 5 June 2011

Blue and green


I went back to my hometown on the Labor Day of last May (1-May). Waking up on the bus at 7AM, it was crossing the Quy Nhon - Song Cau road. And that is the best road of the whole journey. I jumped from my booked seat to the opposite, available one to admire the sea. I had no word to express the beauty. Blue sky, blue sea, white waves embracing white sandy beach. That was a very nice day with light sunshine, cottony clouds, it seemed like the sky and the sea mingled to be one, cannot distinguish which blue for sky and sea in the distant horizon. I just fell in love with the scene, open my two eyes as big as possible to enjoy and get a full and yummy feast of sight. The bus crawled up the hills, twisted along the tortuous road, and I, I just dipped in the love with my beautiful motherland, smiled with the twinkle silvery ocean, under the summer sun rays.

And then, when coming home, I was covered by the green of my mom's garden. Picking up the peanuts, dry it, and have fresh peanuts boiled in the wooden fire. Simply nice and warm feeling at home, being home, with my mom. It was a blue and green holiday.

Tonight, when thinking abt writing my feelings with the hometown beach, I went to google searching for the keyword "Quy Nhon - Song Cau beach". But the searching results were mostly about sharks in Quy Nhon beach, and some dim pictures that didn't satisfy me. I felt a little bit disappointed and sad, as such a good place like that still doesn't have any fame on Google. It came to know that there haven't been sufficient advertising for my hometown beaches. Thought I gotta do something for these beaches to soar and strive with other regional beaches like Pattaya or Bali.

This week I've been in a weekend slack, haven't done anything seriously. Not many job applications, not much time for TOEFL. It's is very hard, I mean TOEFL. But I really like it. I won't give up until I can speak and write like a native. But I have to speed it up, no time left. And I am just behind.

I'm just back from the dinner with my cousin. I was angry at her, never like homemade meals but always want to eat outside. It was a 5bucks snack with only 2 sausages and 2 chicken stick. Outrageous. Realized that the contemporary youth just wanna enjoy the convenience and comfort made by their elders. They don't know to cherish the labor accomplishments, don't know how to sting and save money. I wanna tell her abt a guy, a friend of me, who took me to a bar because I wanted to hear live music. And he ordered only one bottle of beer because he knew we wouldn't drink up two bottles. He let me eat streetside food because I wanted to do and to save money, but he told me to throw the food away when I couldn't eat. He has money, never waste a dime of it, but ready to pay for things worthy.

Judging people, but look back abt me. Even me, I also want to have the top rate salary before I make full effort for the organization's development. It's a material era, people judge each other based on vehicles, clothes, styles. But to put things to their orders, materials are out-of-body things. Car, house, money are to serve us, to have a more convenient life and just the means for us to work, to create more values, and to serve the humankind. They cannot be taken as standard to evaluate people's value. So don't be crazy because of such things.

But I want to do sthg big, sthg on my own. And I want to achieve new things of my life, but I don't have the idea. I'm helpless. I feel so bored. What I have to do to make my life more meaningful? What I need to do to make my youth worthy, so that time won't pass by uselessly?

And I still didn't find the job that I love. I don't really know wht I like now. I only know one thing: I like writing. Dream of a monday going to the office, don't feel tired and bored like now, but full of energy and enthusiasm. The fortune teller told me that I'm going to have job change. But waited and found nthg. I should apply more crazily. But when will it be true??

Anyway, keep moving, and love urself for everything u do.

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